Chapter 2237: Self-imprisonment to support the emperor, Jian Qingluan, stripping off the bloodline, breaking through the early stage of the divine king
Chi!
As soon as her body reached the bronze gate, she was hit by the sword light again, and blood surged out, but this time her body did not retreat.
Behind me!
A Qingluan figure flew out.
resounded throughout the space.
Resist the sword light that made her retreat.
“Qingluan bloodline!”
“I didn’t expect this Chunyang Sword Sect to have disciples who inspired Qingluan bloodline. It’s just a pity that the bloodline is not pure!”
A sighing sound came from the door.
Then the sword light dissipated.
Jian Qingluan immediately knelt on one knee on the ground.
Struggling to stand up, he walked towards the bronze door.
Inside the gate.
Countless crimson swords condensed into chains. In the middle of the chains, an old man was sitting cross-legged. He was wearing a gray robe, with his hair covering his entire head. His face could not be seen clearly, but from this scene, , this old man should be the one imprisoned here, and the one who just spoke out.
"I have met Senior Fuhuang!"
Jian Qingluan bowed towards him and saluted.
“You are looking for me because you want to break through!”
The locked old man looked at Jian Qingluan and said.
“Yes, please help me break through, senior!”
Jian Qingluan knelt down in front of the opponent.
"Even if you break through, you can't avenge him. That person is very strong. He can't do it in the early stage of the Divine Lord. Even if you step into the late stage of the Divine Lord, you will still die in front of the opponent!"
The old man He didn't raise his head, but the voice echoed in the space.
“I know, I can’t defeat that person!”
“But our Chunyang Sword Sect now needs a powerful divine king. If not, our Chunyang Sword Sect will probably be wiped out!”
Jian Qingluan said.
"Nie Mie, could it be that last time, that little guy, with the help of my sword power, successfully struck out with a sword? Isn't that powerful enough to scare other people?"
"Although he He was defeated, but the sword he showed may not even be able to be resisted by the Divine Lord in the middle stage!"
The old man seemed to be interested and raised his head,
his face did not look too pale.
His eyes showed a sharp edge.
It seems that this is not the place where he is imprisoned.
“Yes, the Wuxiang Tianzong, the Sword Academy came here to open a branch!”
“The Wuxiang Tianzong wants to get involved in the Tianshen Sword Mountain!”
"This Heavenly Sword Mountain must belong to our Chunyang Sword Sect, and they must not get involved!"
Jian Qingluan said.
“This Heavenly Sword Mountain does not belong to your Chunyang Sword Sect, it was given to you by the Heavenly Sword God Realm!”
“As long as it is recognized by the Heavenly Sword God Realm, Anyone can become the leader of this Heavenly Sword Mountain!"
The old man said in a cold voice.
"Senior, you have taken care of my Chunyang Sword Sect for so many years. Now the life and death of Chunyang Sword Sect is at stake. Please help me, senior!"
Jian Qingluan knelt down and worshiped again.
"I was punished by the Heavenly Sword God. I used your Chunyang Sword Sect as a prison, and I made an agreement with your Chunyang Sword Sect ancestor to allow you to use my strength!"
"But I didn't I am not a member of your Chunyang Sword Sect. The life and death of your Chunyang Sword Sect has nothing to do with me. If you want to use strength, I will give it to you, but I will not do it to help you improve!"
The old man continued to lower his head.
“I am willing to strip Qingluan’s bloodline to my senior, and ask my senior to help me step into the level of a divine king!”
Jian Qingluan, who was kneeling in worship, suddenly spoke.
"What, are you willing to strip off the Qingluan bloodline?"
"Although your Qingluan bloodline is impure, if you practice normally, as long as you accumulate it, you can step into the level of the Divine Lord. !”
“Once Qingluan’s bloodline is stripped away, your path of cultivation may be cut off!”
The old man raised his head instantly and looked at Jian Qingluan with sharp eyes.
"Senior, junior is willing!"
"I am loyal to the way of swordsmanship, and the Qingluan bloodline is of little use to me!"
"Without the Qingluan bloodline, maybe my swordsmanship will become better For purity!”
Jian Qingluan said.
The eyes are very determined! "I didn't expect that you, a little girl, would have such determination. I really admire you, old man. Since you are willing to use your Qingluan bloodline to gain the opportunity for me to help you step into the level of the divine king, then I promise you, old man!"
The old man in gray robe said.
While talking!
He suddenly raised his hand.
As soon as he sucked his palm, a terrifying suction force appeared, sucking the sword Qingluan into his hand.
"The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the blood is stripped away!"
The old man shouted lowly.
In the void, those fiery sword intentions suddenly turned into sword light and poured into Jian Qingluan's body.
Ah!
A scream
Then a low Qingluan sound came from Jian Qingluan's body.
Boom!
The huge Qingluan shadow rose into the sky.
Just as the Qingluan shadow flew out, countless sword lights formed huge chains and surged through the Qingluan shadow.
The sound of roaring and chirping came from the shadow of Qingluan.
call!
And at this moment.
The old man in gray robe raised his hand and grabbed it, and the phantom of Qingluan, penetrated by chains, headed towards the old man.
Ah!
At this moment, Jian Qingluan’s face became distorted, his body was sweating profusely, and his whole body was in great pain.
Qingluan's bloodline exists in Jian Qingluan's bloodline.
Now it is being peeled off hard and deeply.
What a pain.
It’s just that the old man didn’t have any sympathy, his expression was cold and stern, and his palms pulled the Qingluan shadow directly in front of him.
The sword light flashed in his eyes.
Behind him, a huge golden crow appeared.
The Golden Crow phantom opened its mouth and swallowed the Qingluan phantom.
Ah!
The scream came out from Jian Qingluan's mouth again.
The energy in his body was constantly falling at this moment, and his cultivation seemed to be unstoppable. He reached the perfection of True God, the late stage of True God, and finally fell directly to the early stage of True God.
But Jian Qingluan did not faint, but opened his eyes wide.
Strong willpower.
In the end, the phantom of Qingluan was swallowed by the Golden Crow.
The surrounding space returned to calm.
Jian Qingluan was lying on the ground like mud.
call!
The old man here put the golden crow shadow into his body.
The aura on his body suddenly surged, but then everything fell silent, and the surrounding space recovered.
"Your willpower is still very strong, I will do what I say!"
Phew! ”
He raised his palm, and a terrifying pure Yang Sword Intent emitted from his hand and poured into the opponent's body.
This sword intent is exactly the same as the sword intent that poured into Zhan Wuting before, except that the sword intent was violent and powerful. This time, although the sword intent was powerful, it did not attack the sword Qingluan. produce any impact.
Jian Qingluan is nourished by this sword intention.
The realm begins to recover, the mid-stage true god half-step god king!
Original realm
However, after reaching the half-step of the divine king in this realm, he did not stop at all and continued to break through. The rules of the Pure Yang Sword Intent condensed and poured into the opponent's body.
The Lord God controls the rules, and the rules of Pure Yang Sword Intent were understood by the old man.
Jian Qingluan himself is at the level of a half-step god king, and his practice is also the swordsmanship of the Chunyang lineage.
Be able to quickly integrate the rules of the Pure Yang Sword Intent.
Boom!
Under the rules of Pure Yang Sword Intent, Jian Qingluan's strength broke through and he directly entered the early stage of the Divine Lord.
Boom!
The moment Jian Qingluan entered the early stage of the Divine Lord.
A terrifying sword intent appeared in the sky above Chunyang Sword Sect. The sword intent was like the sun, rising into the sky.
“That’s the Chunyang Sword Sect. Someone from the Chunyang Sword Sect has entered the early stage of the Divine Lord!”
Wuxiang Tianzong, head of the Sword Academy, Wang Taihe, sensed this situation, his figure was high in the air and his expression was solemn.